Kate K

“The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
― Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry

“I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
― Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry

“Methylene blue was a kind of home run that disappeared from psychiatric use not because it was ineffective or barbaric but because, according to British psychopharmacologist David Healy, “patents had been obtained on newer agents and no drug company would market an old drug even if it worked.” In the case of methylene blue, then, “there were competing therapies or interest groups likely to make more money out of other therapies than they would from methylene blue.” In the 1970s, methylene blue reemerged as a means of treating manic depression, for which it was highly effective, but ultimately corporate profit-seeking interests rather than therapeutic outcomes won the day.”
― Lauren Slater, Blue Dreams: The Science and the Story of the Drugs that Changed Our Minds

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time